If there is any confusion over my name, I can resolve this right away.

PulpKult was, and still is, my trading name. The name appears on my Published books.

So; PaulWADE-PulpKult is ME!!!

Gordon Sykes? He's the main character in my new book.

Volume One :New Worlds.

Foreword –

Gordon
Sykes is being pursued. Confused as well as annoyed, he realizes that
if he is to survive, he must create a new world to live in. High up
in the mountains, he builds a city made from just his thoughts;
buildings, roads, and even people to keep him company. But all is not
well in Gordon's imaginary utopia; his city has a darker element to
it. He finds criminality and cruelty which he certainly did not
invent himself.

Could
it be that his pursuers have finally managed to catch up with him?
It's time Gordon Sykes makes a stand and cleanses his world of these
unwanted intruders.

THE CHRONICLES OF GORDON
SYKES.

Volume One – New Worlds.By, PaulWADE

Chapter
One. Escape

Gordon
Sykes was feeling strange.

Indeed,
within himself he was feeling quite lost.

Why
was he here, in such a strange featureless place?

Regretfully,
he couldn't
quite understand what was wrong.

The
face which kept appearing
over him, was extremely disturbing, to say the very least. Quite ugly
too if the truth were known. It did go away for long periods of time
though. This pleased Gordon no end.

During
the absence of the face however, he could hear his name being called,
over and over again.

This
was equally as annoying as the ugly face had been.

Gordon
was losing his tolerance with both, by the minute.

Gordon
Sykes did not like being bullied, or shouted at. He had decided this
long ago; he was fairly sure that he thought he had decided this. In
any case. Even if he had only this minute come up with this dislike,
he was definitely not going to be bullied any longer, especially by
this unpleasant face, or the grating voices.

"Gordon?"
The voice again...

"Gordon.
Gordon Sykes?"

"Gordon?"...

"Gordon?"...
"Gordon
Sykes?"

And
so it went on, and on...

Gordon
Sykes vaguely remembered he had been somewhere else, exactly where,
would come to him presently, he was certain of that, but for now, he
would concentrate solely upon not being
hereany
longer. He really must go.

The
voice and especially the
face , were too much for
him, much too much.

Through
his squinted eyes Gordon saw... Nothing.

Everything
was white, a very bright white, for as far as his vision allowed;
perhaps for ever.

Gordon
Sykes could somehow remember being the master of his own world. True,
it was not completely clear to him, but somewhere in the depths of
his mind he could remember things going very much better for him.

Gordon
tried concentrating. It hurt a little to do too much concentrating,
so he just let himself drift a little in free thought, as he liked to
think of it.

Then,
suddenly it came flooding back.

Gordon
remembered that he had lived in his own mind; he had created a world
of his very own. And, he had enjoyed every single moment in that well
ordered world.

Gordon
Sykes would return there, to his very own world.

A
world of instant changes and as fast as lightening decisions.

Ah
yes. Finally, Gordon Sykes was back.

His
first change would be no ugly faces.

He
recalled the extremely annoying ugly face that kept staring at him.

Gordon
was unsure why he had been so interesting to this face.

It
didn't
matter, she was gone now.

The
voice or voices too, were gone. Gordon mentally rejoiced.

Soon
the face will be replaced by more beautiful ones; everywhere there
will be only beautiful faces. Gordon Sykes felt at last, or again,
free.

As
quickly as he possibly could, Gordon created in his own new world, a
beach, a long clean white beach. Of course he made the ocean a soft
blue-green, with five feet tall rollers crashing in; just off the
rim-line of his sandy beach. The creamy mixture of surf and sand
flushing together and then pushing forward with each new wave.
Nowthat's
more like it, he thought
joyfully.

Gordon
spread down a towel, a huge beach towel.

He
was delighted because he had made it a bright red towel. Gordon liked
red.

He
lay down upon the towel and stared up at the sky...Oops. Silly me;
he had forgotten all about the sunshine.
Stupid man, he rebuked
himself. No point having
the power to create my own world full of beauty, if I am going to forget
things. Instantly there
was the sun, high and bright, set against a clear blue sky. Gordon
even remembered to make the horizon shimmer, just a little bit.

There,
now I can think about all the plans for my exciting new world.

I
can decide what comes next. And then, I shall create...

Fifteen
seconds later Gordon Sykes was fast asleep.

In
his dreams, which were more like dreams within dreams, Gordon felt
himself being pulled, pushed and somehow pressed into thoughts and
imaginings he had no desire to follow. The places he saw and the
sounds he heard became somehow confused. He was absolutely unsure of
himself one moment, yet strong confident and all-powerful the next.

These
were his dreams; somewhere deep within his mind of minds, he felt it
was so. Gordon tried to push back, against these sensations of loss,
of despair. The joy of new and exciting possibilities replaced them,
but not completely.

He
could see in this dream some magnificent buildings. Realizing that
the changes he could create were equally fantastic. In his
mind, his buildings were beautiful too. Gordon did feel though, that
to change all the pillars in the entrance halls from being vertical
to laying horizontal, just so he could make a point, was at best
childish and achieved no possible advantage whatsoever.

Indeed,
he felt somehow silly to have done such a thing. Although those
thoughts did cross his mind, it did not stop him from behaving
recklessly, nor did he put things back the way he had found them.